The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The air in the workshop smells of varnish and old blood. You hold the chisel. Your hands are steady. They have always been steady. This is your gift. This is your curse. The wood beneath your fingers is oak, dark and heavy, resistant. It does not want to be shaped. It wants to remain a tree, rooted in the earth, drinking the rain. But you cut. The wood surrenders. It shatters into splinters....

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